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Reverse isekai... Caleb... Cat...
Caleb loved you more than anything in this world.
Or at least, that's what you would've liked to imagine if he was real. But he isn't. And you're not in a pixelated little world called Linkon City and none of your hopes and dreams about having a happily ever after with your military husband and childhood best friend were coming true.
You stared at the fanfic left open on the phone screen, wishing to see your husband in your dreams to ease the ache of loving someone you could never have while in your loneliest moments.
If only he could be real. If only he could become real from Astra knows what power and fall in love all over again. With you this time instead of the MC who seemed to resemble anything but you. If only. Too much to ask for, yes, you know.
No, he wasn't real, and no, he wasn't there to fall in love with you as you did with him. And you had your own life to live and work to do and tough times to get through on your own tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.
So, leaving you no other choice, you drifted off to sleep as the delusion shattering ache in your heart seeped in.
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It was raining. You opened up your umbrella next to the entrance of your workplace, greeting your coworkers goodbye. You were tired. Your brain was fried from working since morning and you felt like the walking dead.
The thoughts of cooking something up for dinner made you feel like flopping down on the sidewalk you were walking on and passing out. You had the free will to do that, of course, but the rain pitter pattering along with your dragged steps only reminded you of all the cleaning you would have to do after practicing your so-called free will.
The street lights turned on and you continued onward, just a block away from your home.
As you walked by an alleyway, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sound of metal clashing onto the ground. You froze, holding your breath as you turned around.
You waited.
One beat. Two beats.
Nothing.
And then, there it was again, the sound of something thuding around.
Without thinking, you made your way towards the source of the sound, your heart bearing in your ears. A dumpster came into view.
Something, or someone, seemed to be struggling inside. You called out.
“Hello..? Is anyone in there..?” Your voice trembled.
No reply.
You slowly got close to the dumpster and opened the cover with shaking hands.
Widened blue-pink eyes with a pair of black ears and tail stared up at you through the piles of garbage.
“What the fuck?”
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The cat jumped out of your hold as soon as you entered your home, shaking off water from its fur and scampering away from you as fast as it could while you were struggling to put down the wet umbrella.
“Okay, rude? I bring you home with me to avoid the guilty conscience that would follow tomorrow if I found you dead from the cold somewhere and you pay me off by drenching my floorboards!”
You let out a frustrated sigh.
He silently watched you from a corner of the room as you made your way to the kitchen island to wash off your hands.
“Make yourself at home, I guess..” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him.
I have a cat in my apartment. What now?
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First and foremost, it was bathtime. You were NOT about to let a stinky ass wet fur ball run around your home.
You tried to pick him up again but he bolted around the living room, paw pads making skittering noises in the process.
After about 10 minutes of running around, you gave up, standing defeated. You called out to him as a last resort.
“I just want to give you a bath. Please.”
“Mreow!” He protested, sitting on top of the kitchen island.
“Fine. Whatever. Live with the stink all you want. I'm tired and you're taking up my gaming time.” You rolled your eyes.
Maybe leaving him alone for a while will ease him a little.. You hoped.
And so, you turned around and sat down on the couch with the TV remote in hand, ready to open YouTube and rewatch the same goddamn trailer for the 100th time.
[Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer]
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He didn't know how he ended up here. One moment he was feeling immense, needle pricking pain across his entire body, the next he was in a dumpster. With paws instead of hands. And the world seemed thrice as large and intimidating.
Well, At least I have shelter from the rain for now.. Though I feel like a wet rat.
He watched the girl settle down on the couch.
I wonder how long I can stay here. I need to figure things out..
Then, he heard something that caught his eye.
“What, you don't recognize me?”
He stared at the video playing on the TV screen.
“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”
His ears perked up, all pointy, and his eyes widened.
That's me.
He watched as the figure on the screen bit an apple as lightning flashed in the background.
That. Is. Me. On the TV.
A/N: Interest check? Very self indulgent... Kinda, sorta, really wanna turn this into a one-shot fic maybe... Haha.. Ha.. But I'll have to play through all the content released in the past few months.. 😭
Wrote this half asleep someone bonk me to sleep please
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#love and deepspace caleb#lads caleb#lnds caleb#caleb#caleb x reader#caleb x you#caleb x mc#xia yizhou#caleb love and deepspace#lads x reader#lads#reverse isekai
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Corporate Life
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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader
Summary: The disappointment of not being picked to be Wanda’s intern wasn’t going to stop you from settling into corporate life. Especially since you were assigned to work with her brother, Pietro, and she always found excuses to visit.
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), no smut here but we might get there later (no promises tho).
A/N: I have an essay due that is less words than this and yet here we are. I’m going to introduce more marvel character each part. I have no idea how many parts this will end up being, but I know how it will end.
Part 1
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The subway on a weekday morning was something you knew you’d never get used to. Everyone in a rush to get somewhere yet somehow nobody was moving even remotely fast. It was a miracle you’d gotten on a train and not just swept away by a mudslide of office workers. Heading into work you made you was straight to the elevators and back up to the third floor. Today you would be assigned to a department of the paper, and the anticipation was making you nervous. Unlike yesterday you were slightly early and where shocked to find you were the first one there. Taking a seat inside the conference room you were told to meet at, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling Instagram.
“I’ve never understood the obsession with social media,” A unfamiliar voice broke the silence, and you jumped slightly putting your phone down, “My apologies I thought you heard me come in.” Wanda smirked walking towards the other end of the long table, placing down some files, before walking back towards you. “I thought the paper was branching out into social media content?” Your voice came out a little higher than usual. Wanda stopped behind you placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze “We are… but that has nothing to do with me.” She said with a laugh before leaving the room.
It wasn’t long before the rest of the interns showed up along with Dr Banner, as he told you to call him, who you’d met yesterday. He looked to be around fifty with greying hair and a permanently sad expression. One of the first things he’d done was list his multiple degrees and explain how he’d ended up working here as an environmental science editor. The Westview Paper was one of the oldest most prestigious news sources in the country, maybe even the world. It had been in the Maximoff family since the 1950s, now being run by Wanda since her father’s retirement. Today you would find out what department you would be interning in for the next six months. Dr Banner handed out an envelope to each intern, rambling on about how pointlessly dramatic this all was and how he had other more important things to do than this. Everyone was quick to open their envelopes, the wait was just too much.
Your file read ‘Sports and Fitness’ in bold at the top. You’d been on the women’s basketball team in college and had spoken about it in your interview, you loved sports so this should be a perfect fit, but you couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed, she hadn’t picked you. “Lads look, I’m Wanda’s intern!” You turn to see Theo, who in this moment you decided you hated, holding up his file to the room looking far too smug. “I guess that proves I’m the alpha here.” You didn’t even entertain him with forced laughter like the others, you simply grabbed your bag and file and left to find a quiet spot to read. You discovered you’d be working for Pietro Maximoff, a quick google search told you that was Wanda’s brother and the head of that department. The file told you everything that would be expected of you over the next few months, some big and small goals as well as a weekly schedule that by the look of didn’t have you meeting with Pietro for a few hours.
To kill time, you decided to have a wonder around the building, the tour yesterday had given you a better understanding of the layout, but you still weren’t confident you could get from a to b without getting a little lost. Round every was another impossibly long corridor lined with doors and window into almost identical rooms that occasionally showed signs of life. As you rounded what must have been the fifth corner you saw a now familiar red head seemingly yelling at a room of men in suits. You stopped walking unsure whether to turn back or keep going like you hadn’t seen anything but before you could react the door to the room opened and the men hurried out, their heads held low like children after being told off. Your eyes went back to the room where Wanda stood, eyes closed, taking several slow deep breaths. Deciding it would be best to leave before you stumble upon something else you weren’t meant to see you turned around only to be stopped by Wanda calling your name.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?” It was hard to read her tone, and a pit formed in your stomach worried you’d upset her. “I was just… familiarising myself with the building. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” You stumbled all over your words. “I should go I need to meet Pietro soon and I…” Wanda’s eyes lit up and a smile graced her face “Of course you’re his intern, why don’t I walk you?” You tried to politely refuse her offer, not wanting to be a bother, but she out right refused to take no for an answer, especially after you let it slip you didn’t know where his office was. Turns out it wasn’t far, one floor down and across the walkway and you where there.
The sports department was unlike the other places you been shown so far. It was lively with open plan desks, no cubicles or grey walls, instead hanging around the room was a variety of different countries flags and sports team memorabilia. The staff talked freely amongst themselves; you expected the noise to die down when Wanda entered but it didn’t. You watched her talk with them and share a joke or two, a stark contrast to the rage you’d seen her display moments ago. “Now where is he?” She asked the man she’d been talking to.
“Wanda!” You heard an excited voice call from across the room, “Wands! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about this side of the building. We’re still being published right?” Pietro’s smile was the same as Wanda’s, warm with a slight hint of mischief. He was much taller than her, with bleach blonde hair and light stubble. “This must be y/n? Great to finally put a face to the name.” He said giving you a playful tap to the arm. “Look Wands I would love to catch up, but I need to get y/n settled.”
“Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about, but we need to discuss that in private. Can I steel you at some point tomorrow?”
“Yeah sure, you have my schedule so let me know when you are free.”
With that Wanda gave you both a smile and left.
Pietro made fast work of the power point he has prepared, and you were glad to hear business wear wasn’t mandatory in his department. Which was a relief as you only had two formal shirts and you’d already worn both. He sent you home early after reassuring you the missing hours wouldn’t come out of your wages and any disappointment over Wanda not picking you was gone. You were going to really enjoy having him for a boss.
The rest of the week went by quickly, you had so much work to be getting on with and so many people to get to know. Your desk was right by Pietro’s so he could keep an eye on you and help you when you needed it. You looked at the clock, it was quarter to five already, almost time to go home for the weekend. That was something you were excited about. This internship only had you working Monday to Friday, that meant you had the whole weekend to yourself. As you hit save for the last time on what you were working on you heard the door on the far end of the room open and looked up to see Wanda followed closely by Theo.
“Hi, Pietro, this is Theo, Theo this is my brother, Pietro. Y/n, you remember Theo, don’t you?” You nodded and watched as the two men shook hands. Yes, you did remember Theo, how could you forget a man that reminded you of all your high school bullies rolled into one and served with a silver spoon. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Pietro asked playfully.
“Oh, you know, just making the rounds, checking on all the new recruits at the end of the first week.”
“We are? I thought you said you needed to check on something important?” Theo said obliviously and Wanda gave a nervous laugh. “The wellbeing of my employees is important Theo. Now y/n how have you been?” You tried and failed to meet Wanda’s eyes as she gave you her full attention. “Good.” Was all you could squeeze out; you didn’t understand why she still made you so nervous. “He hasn’t been working you too hard has he.” Her voice was light and had the same playful tone as Pietro’s. Finally, you found it in you to look her in face and were surprised to see a slight blush that almost matched your own. “No, he hasn’t.” you said leaving an awkward silence in the air. “Well, we better head off, enjoy your weekend, and I’ll see you Monday.” Without another word Wanda left, Theo once again following closely behind.
It wasn’t long before the excitement and novelty of your new job wore off and all you longed for was the weekend. You’d gotten to know lots more faces around the office, even the lady at the front desk. You learnt her name was Pam and she wasn’t a huge bitch like you initially thought, she was just going through a divorce and her ex-husband, Jerry, was the worst. Somehow, you’d managed to develop a sense of normalcy working in this place. The only thing that kept you on edge were the surprise visits Wanda would do to the department; she was always finding a reason to come down here. Most made sense, like visiting her brother, checking on what stories were being published, but other times it felt like she was going out of her way to poke her head in seemingly just to talk to you, which hadn’t gotten easier yet.
Earlier today, while waiting for a copy of an article she’d tried to start a conversation with you. “I like your t-shirt.” Wanda said as she sat on your desk. “t-thanks, I like your blouse it’s… pink?” You said in return, unsure what to say. “What does it say? Radio head? I didn’t think young people listened to the radio these days.” She said lightly grazing her fingers across your arm. “Oh, Radio Head are a band… like music and stuff.” You shifted awkwardly in your chair, turning back to focus on your work. Pietro returned with the article and Wanda got up and left, giving you a light pat on the back as she walked past you.
The memory of that encounter played on your mind as you got ready to leave work for the day. “Y/n! Hey, I need to head to a meeting, I know you’re about to go home but can you go upstairs to Wanda’s office and drop this off? She needs to approve it before it goes to print.” Pietro handed you the latest copy of the sports news magazine, Wanda was big on seeing the final product physically before it was sent of to print so you agreed to drop it off in her office. She was never there anyway, far too busy to sit down with the election cycle going on. You headed to the lift pressing the very top button to take you all the way to the thirteenth floor, Pietro had given you his ID to get clearance to do so. Once the elevator doors opened, you walked into what looked like a living room, but what was just a very fancy looking wating area. There was a door to the left you assumed to be a bathroom and two large doors straight ahead that must lead to her office. You thought about whether to just leaving the magazine on the coffee table but before you could the large doors swung open.
“I don’t care who his father is! I’ve had enough of him! Who does he think he is anyway selling information to…” Wanda stopped her tirade when she saw you standing there with an expression of shock on your face. “Y/n? What are you doing up here?” She slightly snapped at you.
“Pietro told me to give you this.” You held out the magazine visibly trembling. “I’m sorry Ms Maximoff, I didn’t know you’d be here.” You voice shook slightly as you tried to stay calm while rapidly pressing the elevator button. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m leaving now.” The doors finally opened, and you hurried inside. “Y/n wait I didn’t mean to…” Wanda’s words were cut off by the doors closing as the lift took you back to the second floor. Breathing heavily, you tried to calm yourself down. You should have just dropped of the magazine and gotten out of there. Why must you always get yourself in these types of situations? You hoped it would be a while before you’d next see Wanda, maybe she would have forgotten all about it by then. Realising you were still clutching the magazine; you headed back to the sports department. Placing it on Pietro’s desk, along with his ID, you wrote a post-it note apologising, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed with you. All you could think about on your commute home was how angry Wanda looked over whatever it was she was yelling about. It scared you how she can be so warm and friendly one second then completely switch the next. Sometimes you forgot how rich and powerful she really was.
Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoe’s and sat down on your mattress now being held up by your nice new bedframe. The money you’d earned from this job was improving your life greatly. You’d bought a new pair of trainers without having to wait for your current ones to be falling apart. If this mistake today ended up costing you your job, you’d never forgive yourself. Taking out your phone you decided to take your mind off things by clearing out some work emails you hadn’t gotten around to today but at the top of your inbox was a new message sent only five minutes ago. It was addressed to all the interns and marked urgent.
The subject read: ‘Meeting tomorrow 9am, Floor: 3 Room: 24B’. A new wave of panic washed over you when you saw it was sent by Wanda.
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Leaked documents
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Enha’s reaction when the HYBE leaked documents talk about kicking fem!8th member out… hurt/comfort, 1k words, mentions of iland (that deserves a tw) and haters… requested by 🩵 anon
Heeseung
His heart absolutely breaks 💔
Even in Iland he'd spent countless hours encouraging you, telling you just how talented you were and how much you deserved to debut
When you'd first debuted and gotten hate for being 'out of place' in the boy group, he was in protection mode at every single schedule
Always distracting you from antis and keeping you close on stage
He reminds you just how talented you are, and probably calls Bang Sihyuk himself
"If you ever remove Yn from this group you will need to find a replacement for me as well."
He does NOT play
If you're out, so is he
You're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself for the next few weeks
"Hee I'm just going to the convenience store."
"Yeah? And I'm coming too."
If you get recognized or heckled boy will he have something to say
He's scary
Jay
He's the only one that can get you out of your room
You locked yourself away as soon as you saw the article, but he sits outside your closed door talking into the wood for twenty minutes
When you finally open it up, he's caging you in his arms
"Remember what we promised as trainees?" He asks once the two of you are laid down in your bed
You mumble and he rolls his eyes.
"What was that?"
"You said you'd always take care of me."
"Exactly. And you said you'd let me."
You bury yourself further into his chest, and he strokes a hand through your hair
"We'd never let that happen."
He sticks to his word, taking care of you extra attentively for the next few weeks
He lets you cry and rant about it as many times as you need, insisting that you aren't annoying and you're allowed to be as upset as you want
Jake
Another hugger
Swears up and down he'd kick down every door in the building if they ever tried to take you from him
"Jakey, you couldn't even break a board during our karate episode."
"Because the board wasn't trying to take my baby from me! My love for you would make me strong!"
Okay Hulk 🙄
He makes a post on Weverse that night that includes an old picture of you two together with the caption 'What would I do without you?'
He's perfectly content to stay stowed away in your room doing nothing for the next few days
And when you do have a meeting at the building, he's stuck to your side the whole time
Gives nasty looks to the CEO himself
He acts like they're going to literally rip you away from him, he's holding on to you for dear life every time you have practice
Sunghoon
He's actually shocked because you keep complaining that they made comments about how he looked
No way you're more upset about them calling him ugly than you are about them discussing possibly removing you from the group
"You need to fix your priorities, love."
"My priorities are fine, thank you very much! Sales probably would be better if I was gone, I know that's true. But calling the prettiest boy ever ugly? That's a crime."
He shuts that down REAL FAST
"Sales would not be better, because we'd be miserable without you. Our careers would suffer the minute you left this building. Don't act like you don't matter in this."
You can't even respond
This might be the most fired up he's ever been, and he's staring straight into your soul eyes and you can't help but tear up
"C'mere," he pulls you tighter against him
"It's okay to be upset. They're crazy for thinking we'd survive without you. I wouldn't make it an hour."
Sunoo
He lets you process however you need, but he refuses to listen to you say lies about his favorite person
"I don't want to drag the group down."
He stares at you like you're crazy
"Drag us down?? Sweetheart, you embarrassed us every single week on Iland."
You roll your eyes, but he's insistent
"I know you probably trauma blocked most of it out, but I remember how hard they were on you for being a girl, and yet every week you made them eat their words. You couldn't drag us down if you tried."
He runs his fingers through your hair and starts a loose braid in it, adoring the way you melt into him as he does so
There's a scream from somewhere in the dorm, followed shortly after by a crashing sound that you pay zero attention to
"Besides, I'd probably have killed one of these idiots without you."
This gets a laugh out of you, a real one, and he smiles proudly
"We're always gonna need you."
Jungwon
He's by your side the SECOND the news comes out
He doesn't make a single comment about the ugly crying you're currently doing
He just kneels on the carpet next to your bed and holds your hands with so much softness
He dips his head until you can see him, wanting to have eye contact so you can see his sincerity
"We wouldn't be enhypen without you. You’re part of us.”
He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and lets you tug him closer
"Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I let them take our girl? The boys can barely survive without you when you go to shower.”
He counts it as an accomplishment when you let out an airy laugh, and he places a kiss on your forehead
“I’m not gonna let you go, that’s a promise.”
Riki
When I tell you they had to hold this boy down
Oh he’s ANGRY
Literally glaring holes into his phone when he reads it the first time
Jay wrestles him down before he can go knocking on their CEO’s door
He makes better use of his time by trapping you with his entire body the moment he sees you
“You are never allowed out of my sight. I will keep you here forever.”
You sigh, that’s the dream
“No one else gets my girl if they aren’t gonna appreciate her like they should.”
There’s no humor in his voice, and it makes your heart stutter
“You deserve to be loved so much better.”
Praises you in every single show or content you film afterward
Will straight up tell people to shut up if they say anything negative about you, media training is for the weak
#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x reader#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#heeseung scenarios#enhypen jay scenarios#enhypen jake scenarios#sunoo scenarios#jungwon scenarios#riki scenarios#heeseung x reader#enhypen jay x reader#jay x reader#enhypen jake x reader#jake x reader#sunoo x reader#enhypen sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#enhypen jungwon x reader#enhypen niki x reader#riki x reader
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Charles Leclerc and the Power of a Simple Conversation
Charles Leclerc x Reader
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It had been an exhausting week for both of you. Charles had just returned from a grueling race weekend, and you’d been juggling your own busy schedule. You hadn’t seen much of each other, and even though the time apart had been filled with texts and calls, you both felt the strain.
One evening, after dinner, Charles didn’t immediately retreat to his usual routine of relaxing with a game or scrolling through his phone. Instead, he set his phone aside and quietly suggested, “Why don’t we just sit down for a bit? I feel like we haven’t really talked in a while.”
You agreed, moving to the couch and curling up next to him. For a moment, the two of you just sat in silence, the weight of the last few days hanging in the air.
Then, out of nowhere, Charles spoke, his voice soft yet serious. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything, really. I feel like we haven’t had time to just… be with each other lately. It’s like life’s been moving too fast.”
You looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes that wasn’t often visible to the public. “I’ve been feeling the same way,” you confessed. “It’s like we’ve been running on autopilot, but not really connected.”
Charles nodded, his hand brushing through your hair gently. “I hate that. I never want to lose that connection we have. I want us to be able to talk about everything, even the little things.”
You smiled softly, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “I love that about us. We can talk about anything.”
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I just need you to know how much you mean to me. I don’t say it enough, especially when life gets busy. But you’re my priority. You always will be.”
You could feel your heart swelling at his words. There was something so raw about how he was opening up to you in that moment. It wasn’t a grand gesture or a surprise; it was just Charles being honest, something that made this moment all the more meaningful.
“I know, Charles,” you whispered. “And I feel the same way. I love you, and no matter what happens, that’s never going to change.”
The conversation drifted into comfortable silence, the two of you simply existing in each other’s presence. The bond you shared felt stronger now, not because of any grand gestures, but because of the quiet understanding and the willingness to make time for each other even when life got complicated.
Later that night, as you lay next to him, Charles kissed your forehead, a soft, lingering touch. “I’m glad we had this talk. It’s the little moments like this that make me feel like everything is going to be okay.”
You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “Me too. And we’ll always make time for moments like this, no matter how busy we get.”
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Closer to fifty
Summary: Dean is in a bad mood. He’s turning 46.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Girlfriend!Reader
Warnings: Dean feels old, birthday blues, fluff
Catch up here: Heavy
Dean huffs as he looks at the calendar in his room. It’s his birthday, but he’s not in the mood to celebrate it.
For one, he’s another year closer to fifty. For another, he’s closer to fifty than to forty now.
“Damn it,” he curses while staring in the mirror. He traces the fine lines around his eyes with his rough fingertips. “Another wrinkle. Fuck, I hope my ass doesn’t look wrinkly too.”
Dean rubs his scruffy chin. Maybe he should take a look at his ass. If there are wrinkles, he’ll never put his pants down in front of you. At least not while the lights are on.
“Alright, let’s see,” he says and pushes his pants down his bowed legs. Dean turns around and looks over his shoulder to look at his ass in the mirror. “Crap, I can’t see a thing.”
“Dean,” you hold back a chuckle as you watch your boyfriend stand in the bathroom, his pants down his legs. “What are you doing?”
“I—uh,” Dean stammers while he tries to come up with a lie. “You see, I…uh…”
“You tried to get a good look at the peach?” You step further into the room. Dean yelps when you slap his ass. “That’s mine. So, are you ready for your birthday breakfast, or do you want to take a look at little Dean too?”
Dean drops his gaze to glance at his cock. “Little Dean still looks good, doesn’t he?” He looks at you, furrowing his brows. “Right, sweetheart?”
“Hmm…” you nod thoughtfully. “I think the whole man still looks good.” You kiss his cheek while groping his ass. “His ass is a masterpiece. Now put your pants back on before Sam freaks out again, or I get something better than bacon for breakfast.”
Dean chuckles as you grope his ass roughly again. “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’ll eat something better than my birthday breakfast.”
“Hold the horse, cowboy,” you giggle when he tries to grope you. “I have a whole day planned, and believe me, you don’t want to miss the grand finale.”
You wink at Dean before leaving him in the bathroom. “Oh,” you look over your shoulder, “Don’t forget to put your pants back on.”
“Damn, what did you do?” Sam looks at the buffet you prepared at the library. “I thought we wanted breakfast, not a heart attack.” He looks at the bacon, pancakes, croissants, and the rest of the food you made for Dean’s birthday breakfast.
“It’s Dean’s birthday.” You grin at Sam. “He deserves something good.”
“Sweetheart!” Dean happily looks at the buffet. “You outdid yourself!”
“Have a seat, and dig in,” you offer the seat next to yours to Dean. “Happy birthday, baby. I hope you enjoy your food. I’ve got pie for you too, and homemade lasagna.”
“Pie?” Dean yelps as he turns around too fast, ending up hurting his back once again. “FUCK! NO!” Well, at least the annoying boy wasn’t around this time to witness his back lock up.
“BABY? Dean!” You yell at Sam to help his brother and you. “We gotta bring him to the bedroom! FAST!”
Dean can barely hide the smirk creeping on his face as you carefully and slowly help him walk toward the bedroom. He just loves it when you take care of him.
To hell with the pain in his back. It feels so good having you in his life. Even if he’s one year closer to fifty…
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The Star-Crossers
Doomed lovers my beloved. I want to make their relationship a lot more messy in my rewrite. So I want to make the shitty and good qualities between them a lot more even. I have so much to say about them so, without further ado:
Info + Heights Below:
What is perhaps the most surprising part of their relationship is that they fell in love at all. Within their own Queendoms, they are quite stunning, but to each other's, not so much. Nightwings look far more like lower circle Icewings than the aristocratic Icewings. And while Nightwings do love a narrow-faced drake, Prince Arctic looks less slender and more severely malnourished at first glance.
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Prince Arctic
Queen Diamond's only son and the betrothed of Duchess Snowflake, his life has been determined since before he was laid. Of course, the animus abilities were a bit of a surprise, but the possibility had already been accounted for. Such is the life of a drake in the Everfrost Palace. Arctic was prepared to live an uninteresting life as a fixture in Snowflake's household... until he met Foeslayer.
Big, bold, and a bit vulgar, she caught his eye immediately. Like most Icewings, Arctic had never seen a Nightwing before. She was incredible. Like something out of a fairytale. A knight with shining scales. She had so many stories of her home, of places and creatures he'd never seen and never would see. Arctic fell fast and fell hard in the month she was there.
So hard in fact, that on the eve of his 20th hatchday, his wedding, and the night Foeslayer was to return home, he fled to her quarters and professed his love and intention to run away with her. Things escalated very quickly from there. There were dragons chasing them. Someone grabbed him. There was a scuffle but...well... Icewings, upper circle Icewings at least, don't feel the cold. But there was suddenly blue on his scales and he felt its chill. He'd never seen a body before.
They married that same year. Arctic did not expect to be so...alone. A prince has more allies than friends, but at least he was surrounded by dragons like him. He didn't understand the way Nightwings spoke, their differing formalities, their jokes, their gods, their stories, their food, their...anything really. Not to mention their spirit-forsaken sleeping schedule. Sleep deprivation has become a constant in his life, especially after the dragonets were born.
On top of that, Foeslayer was around less and less often as things escalated between the Nightwings and Icewings into full-scale war. Arctic was often left to care for the dragonets on his own while also having to navigate the Nightwing Court by himself, which was a different beast entirely than the Icewing Court. While Prudence is often there, she doesn't exactly have his best interests in mind. He has little authority in the decisions made surrounding his children.
He doesn't quite regret leaving his mother's Queendom, especially after she attempts to assassinate him, but he does wish he'd done things differently.
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Foeslayer
So Foeslayer fell for the elegant little Icewing prince like some sap in a dragonet's romance scroll. Sue her. But, truth be told, Foeslayer had no real intention of marrying Prince Arctic when she first met him. It simply couldn't work. They could have a bit of fun, but she would have to return to her Queendom and he'd be married within Oracle's blink.
Safe to say that having the prince barge into her room the night before his wedding day wanting to elope with her then having to suddenly flee under threat of death for kidnapping a royal thus ruining months of careful negotiations was not exactly on her year's bingo card. It is unclear whether or not Foeslayer would've married Arctic were their situations different. As it were, she could not simply leave him to fend for himself in a foreign land. She loves him, truly, but it would be a lie to say the marriage wasn't at least partially out of obligation.
Yes, perhaps Arctic does have a point that she tends to ignore issues, especially those in the household, but she does not want to return from a bloody, death-ridden battlefield to problems at home as well. She doesn't exactly get to spend much time with her dragonets. And for Imperial's sake, he could stand to lighten up a little. He's not in the court 24/7, he doesn't need to act like it.
While Arctic generally isn't shy making it known when he has an issue with something, Foeslayer tends to keep it all in. She treats personal problems like they'll go away if you ignore them, but of course this only lets them build and fester. Spending days, weeks, or even months at a time on the battlefield does not help. She has... so many feelings about this whole situation, about Arctic, about this war, about her family, but she's unwilling to examine any of them. She's afraid of what she might find if she does.
That isn't to say their relationship is all bad, much of it isn't, but they do seem to be fighting more and more as the children grow.
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Height Comparison:
Foeslayer is very big for a Nightwing. Upper Circle Icewings tend to be taller while Nightwings tend to be larger.
Male and female Nightwings are about the same size while male Icewings tend to be smaller than females.
Foeslayer and Arctic are about 2 years apart in age. Foeslayer is older.
#wings of fire#wof rewrite#wof#prince arctic#darkstalker legends#foeslayer#myart#wof arctic#wof au#wof designs#wof art#wof rewings
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okay okay okay, hi gays and theys!!! i'm 2 chapters into "remain nameless" by heyjude19 and i am having a good ass (read: sad ass... this shit is heart wrenching so far) time!!! but we'll get to that!!! remain nameless is an EPIC length fic; 51 chapters long, and comes in at 312,000+ words! i've heard great things about this fic, people rave for it, and i haven't read something this long since "Amor Vincit Omnia" which fucking wrecked my heart and made it anew in the best way possible. SO! i am logged in, settled, and seated for this!!!
here's the summary:
How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore?
tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Post-Hogwarts, EWE, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, PTSD, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Slow Romance, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending, HEA; rating: explicit
that's basically the vibe that the tags are giving LMFAO 😭 (also i never noticed emma watson looking at rupert grint like this, she's like, "are u fuckig kidding me rn" sksksksk 😂😭)
i'm excited to see where this fic takes me, it seems so tragically sweet so far, and i'm glad that they aren't starting out as enemies. we are at least starting out as friends, and i love that for me. it's one more stepping stone that i don't have to step on, and tho this is a long angsty fic, i am excited for the slow burn, and all of the details that will eventually bring them both together. i've been marathoning fast/medium burn fics for the past couple days, so i need something slow.
like i said, i'm on chapter two, and the characters and writing are really dynamic thus far! i am a complete slut for dual POV fics, i love being inside both of their heads and seeing what they are going through and thinking and how they react to their environments. it's just.... eeee i really hope this is as great as i am hoping it will be. inshallah! alright, let's go, let's go, let's go!!!
me, seated:
*spoiler warning! this thread will contain many details of the fic listed above as i read it so continue at ur own risk because i be yapping like a mf like yap yap yap ya-*
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♪ 444 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 ♪
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Oneshot ~ Bonten x Female Reader
Summary ~ You are devastated to learn that your soulmates are power-hungry monsters entrenched in an illegal industry. Despite knowing they only seek to consume your life source, no matter how fast you run, you can never escape fate.
Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kokonoi Hajime, Kakucho, and the Haitani Brothers
Extra Notes ~ *Slight Language Barrier
*I didn’t mean to make this story as angsty as I did.
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This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.
l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.
Warning ~
You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.
Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.
I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.
There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.
That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
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Your breathing is ragged as the platform of your shoes slam against the pavement. Liquid runs down your face as rain pours from the nightly firmament. You rub your eyes to clear the drops of water from your eyelashes so you can continue making your way through the crowd.
You’ve finally escaped your prison with nothing but the clothes on your back. You have no clue what to do other than run through this foreign city.
It was supposed to be a normal trip. An impulsive decision on your part. You decided to stay in Japan for a week just to take a break from your work life back home. Truly, you had grown bored of your everyday routine and decided to up and leave.
Your friend reprimanded you out of love, knowing you tend to act impulsive despite your overthinking tendencies. You ignored the small voice in the back of your mind and said, “Fuck it,” before buying your ticket, packing your bags, and disappearing.
What you hadn’t expected was to finally meet your soulmates.
It was a beautiful night in Tokyo. The lights of the city shimmered as busy people—tourists and natives alike—walked the streets. You strolled alone, leaving a random bar as you made your way through the crowd.
Suddenly, you feel a pull in your chest, eyes locking on the red ribbon that protrudes from the middle of your chest. You watch in awe as it spreads out in front of you, the soul tie flying through the air before splitting into seven strands.
“Seven?!” you breathe out in disbelief. You can’t fathom finding one soulmate, let alone seven.
You spent years bitter and lonely when you couldn’t find them. It was a normal occurrence to find your soulmate on your eighteenth birthday, as everyone else did in your town. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen for you.
Considering you never even felt a slight pull from your chest, it was concerning. You thought that maybe your mate had died tragically, or perhaps you were one of the unlucky individuals who could never find your mate.
You spent many nights crying yourself to sleep, as this occurrence was seen as something very tragic. You wanted to be loved. You wanted to be cared for, and you were tired of the loneliness consuming you. So when you finally felt the pull and saw the ties in a foreign setting, you didn’t hesitate to follow where they led you.
“God, I’m so stupid!” you exclaim as you recall the memory. The months you wasted being nothing but a fucking energy source caused tears to mix with the raindrops on your cheeks.
You feel broken and used. You never knew how awful your soulmates could make you feel. You should’ve known when you figured out who they were—what they stand for and their tainted morals.
“I—is this the real reason why you all accepted me? Am I truly nothing but a pawn to bring you more power?”
Your heart ached, your stomach heavy as you felt nausea build in the back of your throat at the statement Kokonoi just told you. You bring your fingers to your mouth, biting your nails as you await his response, your eyebrows furrowed.
“You are fulfilling an important role for Bonten. You can never leave.”
Your eyes widened as the platinum-haired male kept his arms behind his back, intently eyeing you with an unreadable gaze. You glare at him with anger as you step forward, his office lamp shining the only light into the dark room.
“It all makes sense now. Whenever I gave myself to any of you, I always felt pure weakness after. For days I couldn’t move after you took from me, and yet somehow you all were stronger than ever. You never even bothered to replenish me. You lied. You all lied to me!”
You fight the tears threatening to fall as you feel your face heat up with anger. The cold look Koko gives you really hurts. Where was the man with the content smile who asked you to give him a show when he had you try on new outfits? Where was the man who was a romantic? Had you really been deceived all this time?
“We did what we had to do. In order to receive your life source to the fullest, you must be happy with the circumstances, so we made you comfortable,” he said with impatience in his tone, stepping closer to you.
“You say it like it’s some sort of transaction,” you respond, disgust prominent in your expression and tone. You look at him with wide eyes, a scowl fixed on your face.
“It has always been a transaction, Y/n.”
You continue to run to nowhere, passing by citizens as you shove them out of your way, apologizing swiftly in the process. You knew that you had to at least find a place with a phone.
“I’ve been here for a while, Rin. Don’t you think I should learn more Japanese instead of you guys being my personal translators?”
The purple, mullet-haired man wraps an arm around your waist as he keeps you pinned to his lap, the rest of your legs lying on the seat of the sofa as he leans back in his seat. He ignored you while his lips grazed your neck, sucking the skin as he fed from you, the soul tie wrapped around your figures.
“Rin!” you exclaim as you try to catch his attention, pulling back from him slightly as he sighed, giving you a lazy smirk.
“You don’t need to learn any language. T’s not like you’re around anyone else anyway,” he responds before his hand meets the back of your head, forcing you into a heated kiss as you feel the drain of your energy. You obliged as you weakly kissed back, pathetically yearning for the touch as he was rarely affectionate aside from feeding. The soul tie tightens as the kiss deepens.
You grab your own scalp at the unwarranted flashback. God, you felt so stupid. It had been right in front of you the whole time and yet you missed it. Then again, maybe you hadn’t really missed anything at all. You just ignored that familiar voice in the back of your head. You blamed the unsettling feeling in your stomach on your own nerves and insecurity.
“I don’t want to see this shit anymore!” you scream at Sanzu, shoving his chest as you turn away from the limp body in front of you.
He snatches your wrists, pulling you closer to his chest with the maniacal grin growing on his expression. His enlarged pupils almost replace the blue in his irises.
“Yer gonna fucking kill him, Y/n.”
You preferred when Sanzu was sober.
Although he was still sadistic, he seemed much calmer and more collected. He was especially gentler when feeding from you in the bedroom, despite his erratic and rough behavior when he was high.
"No, I'm not! Let me go, you fucking asshole!" you yell, yanking your arms from his grip, only for him to twist you around and force you to face the kneeling man who was barely conscious.
You glare at the deep lacerations and bruises on the man’s skin as Sanzu forces you to hold the gun. His fingers are wrapped around your trembling hand as he aims the weapon at the male’s head.
Before you can react, he forces your finger to pull the trigger with his own. Your body jolts at the loud noise as the blood from the man splatters on your own legs. You begin to hyperventilate while eyeing the dead human, something you’ve never seen before.
The way the pieces of brain and blood have splattered on the floor — the way the man’s head dropped and his body limped. The dullness of his open eyes. The bullet split his skull open, the skin no longer concealing what’s beneath. His face was almost unrecognizable, split open in the top middle of his features.
Once Sanzu released his grip, you dropped to the floor, body shivering as the hairs on your arms stood straight. You couldn’t stop staring at the bloodied corpse in front of you. The smell made you sick.
Arms hugged you from behind as legs trapped you from both sides of your body.
“You killed that man in cold blood,” he chuckled, lips meeting your neck to begin sucking your energy. The red ribbon forms around both of your figures, locking you in place.
You finally reach a structure that looks inviting, with its lack of people and a bright light.
You rush to the entrance, pushing the door open swiftly. A black-haired man eyes you with concern, his hand gripping a broom.
“I need help!” The man seems to understand your distorted Japanese as he nods before walking toward you.
The palms of your hands cover your eyes as tears smear against your cheeks. Kakucho strokes the middle of your back as you both sit on the edge of the bed.
“I’m tired of being trapped in here, Kakucho! I just feel like this is some sort of trick or something. Do mates really act like this over here? Everything is so much different back home. I feel like a prisoner who’s used for labor here. I can barely feel my arms and legs at times.”
He pulls you closer, causing you to straddle his thighs as he wraps his arms around your waist. You continue to cry on his shoulder before his hands rub up your torso, slightly pulling you back so you’d make eye contact.
“I want you to know that you’re important to us. Without you, we’d be weaker. We need you, Y/n,” he says before pulling you into a kiss, the soul tie returning as it traps you both together.
Your eyebrows furrow at his words. Although they were meant to sound sweet, there seemed to be a hidden meaning—or… was it really that hidden?
“I need a phone!” you exclaim, pointing at the device lying near the register. “I need to call someone! Please!”
He nods before handing you the phone.
“Thank you!” you respond before walking to the back of the store, erratically dialing your friend’s number.
“F—F/n! I need your help!”
You hadn’t been able to contact her for months, considering you weren’t allowed a phone. They told you it was because they couldn’t afford any leaks to their whereabouts, considering what they do for work.
“Y/n? Hey! Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I found my soulmates! But I’m in trouble! They aren’t who I thought they’d be, and they’ve been holding me captive for months! I—I need you to get me out of here! I have nothing! Please!”
You felt bad for bringing her into this, but you had nothing. No money, no phone, not even an extra pair of clothes. You didn’t have time to grab anything. You had to leave immediately or else you might have ended up killed.
After you stole Ran’s gun when he fell asleep, you immediately rushed to the guard who would be taking you to Mikey’s headquarters, contemplating your next move as you sat in the back seat. They hadn’t noticed the gun in your back pocket nor when you slowly pulled it out while eyeing the rearview mirror. Before they could even begin driving, you shot both men who sat in the front of the car, killing them accidentally considering you had a bad aim. You hadn’t had time to think about the fact you had just murdered two people.
“Y/n,” the voice sings behind you.
You freeze in your spot, eyes widened as your friend calls your name. Slowly, you turn to see Kazutora standing there, a grin on his face. You shakily snatch the gun from your pocket and aim it at his torso.
“Stay away from me,” you hiss with a mix of anger and fear. You watch as the soul tie forms, connecting both of your chests, the red ribbon stretching in the space between you.
“Aww, are ya really gonna shoot me? That’s not very nice,” he chuckles with mock disappointment.
At that moment, you realize that you can’t shoot him.
Why don’t they ever say it back?
The lump in your throat burns as you drop the phone, staring at Kazutora with a crazed look on your face. His grin shifts into a frown as he watches your movements with caution, the ribbon vanishing.
Is this all I’m ever good for?
“Put the gun down, Y/n,” he says calmly.
You scream, your throat gurgling with blood as you try to snatch the scissors back from Ran’s grip, the bathroom floor covered in red as he forces you on your back.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” His smooth voice is filled with unease.
You tried to cut the soul ties by stabbing your own chest. You don’t know how you survived but the medic must’ve arrived in time, rushing you to Bonten’s underground hospital.
“I don’t want to go back,” your voice breaks as your breathing becomes erratic, bringing the gun to your head.
Your eyes shut tightly with your teeth clenching.
Why can’t you just let me go?
Before you can pull the trigger, a hand roughly knocks the gun out of your grasp before yanking you from behind. A hand on your jaw forces you to face them, your teary eyes fully exposed.
Your eyes widen at the crazed look Sanzu gives you, his grip on your jaw tightening roughly as you feel his hand tremble slightly.
Neither of you says a word as he glares down at you before roughly releasing you and snatching your wrist.
Before you can begin to struggle against his grip, a syringe is gently pressed into the skin of your neck. Your shocked gaze shifts to Kokonoi, who simply gives you a disappointed look before darkness engulfs your vision.
"If you try that again, I'll keep you chained to my bed for as long as you live," Mikey warns while you lie barely conscious on your bed.
You stare back into his dark eyes before he lowers himself, his lips pressing against your forehead.
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Tumblr deleted this ask FOUR TIMES and then gave me hell for trying to send it but we stay silly <3 Anyway, I think there's a wonderful irony in Plumstripe taking on a she-cat as a mate. One major angle of her and Beeface's conflict was around their apprentices and how those apprentices reflected on them by how well they upheld Barrenclan's legacy. Beeface lorded Daffodilcloud's willingness to take on a mate over Plumstripe, straight up boasting about how Daffodil was definitely totally going to get with Cormorantleaf to her sister (no matter how much the pressure to preform was impacting Daff.) Asphodelshine ended up projecting her reluctance and strife around having kits onto Pinewing, which strained their relationship further than it already had been (creating a similar combative relationship the sisters themselves had.) So much pain the Barrenclan apprentices went through was because of their identities and wants conflicting with the wider Barrenclan's culture and the expectations put upon them, and Plumstripe and Beeface were all too willing to comply with those expectations. Because expectations means there can be winners and there can be losers, and if training under Dustfeather and Doestep taught them anything, it's that it's better to win than to face punishment, social or otherwise! Like sheesh, the kind of environment that the sisters trained under implied by the comic would breed toxic insecurity and competitiveness in anyone, I think. It's also far easier to direct that kind of frustration at your peers than it is your superiors. Being literally pitted against each other probably didn't help! If things had played out differently, I think Beeface at the time would have made a stink about Cormorantleaf and Pinewing's relationship. Because that would mean HER apprentice wouldn't be able to gain the favor of the clan by getting with Corm, thus "winning" this particular "contest" of who's apprentice gets to have kits with the new tom. I think Plumstripe would have tried to talk Asphodelshine out of her feelings, because Asphodelshine not taking on a mate would make HER look bad, and she can't afford that.
And then Plumstripe gets with a she-cat. Not that Barrenclan was against same-sex relationships, of course, but with the kind of expectations Barrenclan put on cats, I don't think Plumstripe would've even dreamed of having a relationship like this before. I feel like if circumstances had been more favorable for Barrenclan, she would have picked the "best" mate, whatever that means. She would have tried to hit the milestone of having kits as fast as possible, just to feel superior (secure) to Beeface. This is to say she would have whether or not she wanted kits in the first place, and she might not have judging by how her epilogue ends with Eberhart (No mention of kits! Maybe it's something she's never really cared about. I dunno, that's just pure speculation on my part.) And that's the irony to me! Asphodelshine was tormented by this expectation to have kits, to have a certain kind of relationship, a mate, to uphold Barrenclan's legacy, pushed on her by Plumstripe and her stupid rivalry with Beeface. And it's Plumstripe who also being quietly choked by the expectations of Barrenclan. It's Plumstripe, who would have never approved of anything but the "best" relationship for her apprentice, who suddenly finds herself in (by the standards of her culture) a non-traditional romance. A relationship that would have never been 100% approved of by the cultural expectations she herself upheld. Eberhart coming into Plumstripe's life is kind of revolutionary for her, I think. Eberhart is a freedom that she didn't know she was being deprived of too. Suddenly, she's feeling even some of the feelings Asphodelshine felt back then, if not for the same reasons. Rightness. Security. Near serenity if you'll let me be poetic. I think it's really important that it was Plumstripe who gets a relationship with Eberhart in particular (and it makes sense that her more stoic but secretly inconfident personality jives better with Eberhart's, compared to Beeface's more brazen one!)
Similarly, I think it's important that Beeface is the one that doesn't get a mate. She was, as mentioned, the one who had been "winning" when it came to this particular battle before everything happened. The ball was in her court, and she finally, finally chose to not fire back. I dunno, I think it just goes to show how toxic the culture in Barrenclan really was, and how even the perpetrators of it were suffering under it. The sisters are, of course, not owed forgiveness, but I dunno. It's really nice to me that they get a happy ending. I think about that one drawing you did on the first page of the epilogue, showing Dustfeather, Plumstripe, Beeface, Daffodilcloud, and Asphodelshine all in a vertical chain, one's suffering trickling down to the other. I think it just kinda perfectly encapsulates this whole situation. The cycle of abuse sucks for everyone in it, folks! It's nice to be able to see people growing past it, even if they were in the middle of the cycle rather than the beginning. Even after you fuck up and hurt someone irrecoverably, you still have to live the rest of your life. Realistically, all you can do is just move on. To live
Not related to anything above, but I also just really loved Epilogue #4, haha. I feel like I might as well talk about it while I'm here! And gosh, the Kittens and their conflicts mean so much to me??? Meadow's chronic pain (I don't have it myself but people I'm close to do) and overall theme of escapism from a life that doesn't make you happy even if it's not strictly bad!! Egret's story of guilt and learning to accept that it's okay to ease your own burdens!! Honey's optimism initially framed as naive being instead a desperate, hopeful coping mechanism, to try to live to survive!! And Sky's overwhelmingly, breathtakingly joyful self-discovery all conveyed in like three paragraphs!!! AUGH!!! I feel all of these things so much (including being transmasc) and it's just really meaningful to me to see it in a story like this. I feel like I've only known the Kittens for a day but if anything were to happen them I'd turn into bloods haha. I love them so so so
OH and I just want to say. I'm so extremely happy you kept Egret as visibly heavyset??? On top of everything else that Also means a whole lot to me and I'm so so happy to see it haha. Good fat character representation is still really rare so when I see it just makes my whole day. Everything about Epilogue #4 is just pure condensed joy for me and I just had had had to express it, haha
Wow, props to you for not giving up on this absolute essay after Tumblr axed it more than once. This is all very well-written and very much in line with what I intended for Beeface and Plumstripe's ending, I can't even add that much! Thanks so much for sending it in.
I'm also glad you liked Epilogue 4, I really enjoyed writing it!
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The Art of Not Saying "I Love You" pt 4
Master List
Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys
Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff, Ben the ol softy
A/N: I’ve loved writing this story. Ben always gets a bad rap because of his personality, but I see right through it. He was hurt and betrayed by his father and then the woman he loved. He was tortured for over 40 years, I don’t know about you but I’d be a little pissed too. I love writing soft Ben, because I have a feeling if the right woman came along she could break down those walls, brick by brick. I can see him falling in love and it scaring the hell out of him.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading it.
I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.
All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.
Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors.
Minors DNI 18+
Annie looked at me stunned. “You’re what?!” Tears pricked my eyes, “I’m pregnant. Oh Annie, what am I going to do?”
She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. “We will figure it out.”
I swallowed hard as a lump formed. I knew the baby was Ben’s. Tom always wore a condom and never finished inside me. He always pulled out and finished in the condom. Ben however, was proud of the fact he came inside me.
I placed a hand on my stomach. I couldn’t believe this was my life. So utterly alone, heartbroken and pregnant.
I felt the bile rise up in my throat and I ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach.
When I finished I cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth and went back into the living room.
Annie was texting and my heart sank. “Annie, please don’t say anything to anyone. Even Huey. I don’t want Ben to know.”
“Oh sweetie, it’s not my place to tell anyone. I was just letting Huey know I was staying the night with you. Y/N, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I think you should tell Ben. If this is his baby don’t you think he should know. Even if you two aren’t together, don’t you want your baby to have both their parents in their life?”
“I don’t know what to do, Annie. Can I really raise a baby on my own, do I want to? I was in love with Ben. Hell, I still am. If things were different I’d be over the moon to have a baby with the man I love, but he has made it clear he can’t or won’t have a relationship with me. I can’t risk him hurting this child. If I keep the baby, they will only know they are loved and wanted. I don’t want them growing up thinking they weren’t good enough to be loved by their father.”
She touched my arm, “Well, whatever you decide I’ll be there with you. This baby will always be loved and taken care of. Right now let’s focus on getting you something to eat and relaxing.”
I nodded and she pulled me in tightly for a hug.
“I don’t have much here for food.” “It’s okay. I’ll run to the store since you’re not feeling well and grab some stuff. You stay here and rest.”
I nodded, she hugged me and left. I thought about what she said about Butcher.
I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat and hovered over his contact information in my phone.
I pushed it and bit my lip. One ring and he picked up.
“Oi, love! Are you okay? Where are you?”
My voice was soft, “Hey B. I’m okay. I’m so sorry I cut you out. I’ve been dealing with everything. I just needed to get away and clear my head.”
“I understand, love. Are you coming home?”
“No, I have a place now. I’m so sorry B.” Then I heard Ben in the background. “Butcher get the fuck off the phone. We have work to do.”
I gasped at the sound of his voice. It sent a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched.
“Shut it you fucking cunt. I’m talking to Y/N.”
“What?! How is she, where is she? Let me talk to her.”
“No, Butcher. I don’t want to talk to him. Please.”
“No. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
I felt sick. My heart pounded in my chest. Part of me screamed out for him and another part wanted to keep him away. I was so torn.
“Hey, Butcher. You sound busy. I promise to keep in touch. I love you, B.”
“Okay, I love you too, Y/N.”
We hung up and the tears fell. I sat my phone down and it rang almost immediately.
I looked at the screen and it was Ben. I sat staring at his name. The call ended and he called right back. He was relentless.
Finally I answered, “Hello, Ben.”
“Oh my god, Y/N! Thank god you answered. Are you okay? Where are you?”
“I’m okay Ben. I’m not going to tell you where I am. I need to protect myself from you.”
He gasped softly, “Please don’t say that, baby. I would never hurt you.”
I scoffed, “But you did, Ben. You made me fall in love with you and then you pushed me away. How could you do that?” A sob left my lips.
Ben ran his fingers through his hair, “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re everything to me.” “No, Ben. I’m not. If I was you wouldn’t have slept with another woman the day after we made love all weekend.”
He sighed heavily. “Ben, I need to tell you something. Before I do I need you to understand I don’t need anything or want anything from you.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I understand.” Ben’s heart quickened and his mind began to race.
“Ben, I went to the doctor for a physical and they ran some routine tests. The doctor called me today with the results.” I swallowed hard and took a deep shaky breath.
“It’s okay, Y/N. Is everything okay?” My voice quivered, “No Ben, but I will be. Ben, I’m pregnant.”
Ben almost dropped his phone, “What? Is it mine or Tom’s?” “It’s yours. I’m positive. But I don’t want or need anything from you. I just wanted you to know. You have a right to know.”
“Y/N, please tell me where you are. I want to be there with you.” “Ben, it’s too late. You made your choice and I’ve made mine. I’ll keep you updated on the baby, but I’m not expecting anything. I don’t want them to feel like they are unloved or unworthy.”
“Don’t do that.” His voice dripped with venom. “Don’t do what? Tell the truth? Ben I know you used me. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, stupid enough to believe I mattered and that you loved me too. But you’re not capable of loving anyone, are you?!”
“Stop! You do matter to me, dammit. I’m a fucking coward! Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking coward who finally let his walls down, made love to a beautiful woman, apparently made a baby with her and then I pushed her away. All because I’m too much of a fucking coward to admit…” His voice trailed off.
I heard the pain in his voice and it sent a pang of guilt and sadness through my heart. “To admit what Ben?”
“Just forget it. You’ve made up your mind already, Y/N. I want to be in our baby’s life. They will know I’m their father and I’ll do whatever I can to protect them.”
“Ben.” My voice is soft and unsure. “Y/N.” “Please tell me what you were going to say. I need to hear it. Please.” My voice quivered and I felt the tears start to fall.
Ben was quiet on the other end. He took a deep breath. “I um.. Shit, this is harder than being tortured for 40 years.” I chuckled softly, “Ben, please. You can trust me. I love you, Ben.”
Just like that a switch flipped, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ve been a fucking pussy. I let everything Crimson and those Reds do to me cloud my judgement and build up walls. You broke through those walls without even trying. Now you’re having my baby. Y/N, I’m so sorry it took me this long to grow a pair. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
My breath hitched and I smiled. There it was. Ben finally said it. Finally admitting what he had been pushing down deep.
“I love you too, Ben. Now get your ass over here.” I gave him the address and he laughed, “Yes ma’am. I’m on my way.”
When Annie came back from the store I told her what happened and how Ben was coming over. She hugged me and told me she was glad he finally admitted he loved me. “I knew it this whole time. It was the only thing that made sense. He’s been terrified of giving his heart away again and having it crushed. I’m happy for your sweetie. I’m going to leave so you two can have some privacy. Let me know how it goes.” I nodded and gave her a hug.
I sat on the couch and waited for Ben. My heart pounded in my chest. Every minute felt like an eternity. An hour had passed since the phone call. My heart began to ache. It doesn’t take an hour to get here from the apartment. Oh god, he did it again. I let myself believe him.
As the familiar ache started to fill my heart the sound of the doorbell pulled me from my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing there was Ben. Looking as amazing as ever. In his hands was a bouquet of my favorite flowers, a bag filled with my favorite snacks and another bag.
I chuckled when I saw it. His green eyes met mine, “Sorry I’m late sweetheart. I had to make a stop.”
He walked in, sat the stuff down and I leaped in his arms. He pulled me flush to his chest and kissed me. The kiss was gentle at first but then it deepened. The pain and sorrow from the past two months melted away with every swipe of our tongues, every brush of his fingertips.
When we pulled away from each other our chests were heaving for air. Ben’s hands cupped my face, “God you’re so beautiful, and you’re having my baby.” I smiled and leaned into his touch, “Yeah, we’re having a baby, Ben.”
He placed his hands gently on my stomach, “Hey baby. It’s your dad. You’re going to come out and kick ass.” I playfully slapped his arm, “Ben, language.” He smirked, “Sorry, but he will.” “Oh so it’s a he?”
Ben just looked at me, “I like to think so. He’s going to grow up loved, strong and I’ll always be so fucking proud of him.”
I saw tears prick Ben’s eyes. I placed my hands on his chest, “Ben, you’re going to be an amazing father. You just have to let us in. Don’t push us away and always remember there is nothing you could ever do that will make us not love you. Hell, even after you slept with that woman I was still in love with you.”
I stepped closer to Ben, “I still love you, Ben. So much. This baby, our baby is going to be loved and grow up strong like you are. You’re worthy of love and so much more.”
Ben pulled me close to his chest and held me tight. “How did I get so lucky to have your love? I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I made you ever feel unloved and unwanted.” The tears that had pricked his eyes were starting to fall.
I’d never seen him cry and my heart ached. I reached up and wiped his tears away with my thumbs. “Ben, you’re here now and that’s what matters. Don’t ever do that again or we (I placed my hand on my stomach) will kick your ass.”
He chuckled, “I wouldn’t think of it. This, us, our baby, is all I’ll ever need. I made not saying I love you an art, but with you I never want to miss the chance to say it again. “I love you, Y/N. Now and forever.” “I love you too, Ben. Now and forever.”
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lover boy gone good? | sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader
player!sakusa alert. Partially based off favour by avenoir
also not proofread wc;896
contains; fluff, fwb, msby sakusa, happy endings
Sakusa kiyoomi was the biggest player known to man. Everything about him is a red flag. his nice scented cologne, his messy yet neat curly hair, his clean shaved face, his height, his money that he has a little too much of. All of it was small warning signs that still drew you into him. How could you not? The smooth talker was good when he approached you at a msby jackals event. Maybe it was the red suit, or the champagne you had, but you know for sure his face and the look he gave you sold it.
That’s how you ended up becoming “friends” with this man who drove you crazy with his push and pull attitude, it left you in a whirlwind. A rich, glamorous whirlwind filled with fancy dinners, fast cars, even faster spending habits.
He’d fly you out when he was out of town and wanted to see his “favorite girl” then proceed to take you out to dinners and buy you various things as if it was nothing. Everything was conditional, you didn’t have to act like a stupid girl that thought she was the only one, you knew you were one of many girls he had on his roster.
One thing you did know for sure is that you really were his favorite, yes he’d take the others out or go and see them, but buy them things? fly them out? never. Only you had that privilege. He found you interesting. He liked the way you were around him and how you acted with his friends. He liked that you didn’t care about not being the only one.
“So what did i do to become sakusa’s favorite girl” you mockingly said as you sip on your wine, during the candle lit dinner he had set up.
“You speak to my soul, and you stay on my mind, since i met you.” he looked at you, almost observing your every move as if to catch an off guard reaction.
You two never really cared to show each other anything but surface level “love” so this was new. It intrigued you on his new found feelings.
“is that so…” you respond dryly, not wanting to give in just in case it was a set up. You refused to be the first to back down no. It had to be him.
“truth be told i’m still the realest one that you know, and i won’t do you know wrong.” a smirk grew across his face as he noticed the slight pink growing across your face.
The new found confidence in sakusa knowing that you felt the same only fueled the fire in his ego to continue, Sakusa was a player yes. He didn’t care for certain aspects in love because of his profession, but when you came into his life he found himself slowly falling for you in a deeper level than the surface, even after many small hints he threw at you, you still continued to act the same which one made him more eager to confess to you.
“I know you’re hearing all the wrong things, I can love you the right way.” he said slyly, reaching for your hand.
“I don’t know how much I can trust you right now.” You look down at the sudden contact trying to pull your hand away, until he grabs it back, not letting go.
“All the girls I've talked to have been cut off since a couple days before i planned this. I’m serious Yn.” He said letting go of your hand.
“Give some time to think about this ... .It's all new information for me right now.” You hold your hands together the same hand that he had just touched.
“I’ll wait. Just know I mean what I'm saying. You know I'm not one to lie about anything even from the start of our whole ordeal.” He spoke once again observing you looking just in case your face said something else than you were putting out.
Sakusa had always been an observer. It was his strong suit, it’s how he was able to tell the difference between real and fake. He hated liars too especially when it was so obvious, he thought liars were scum. Even as much of a player he was. Or now used to be. He never lied to any of the other girls. Especially not you.
He’d keep it straight forward If they wanted to believe that he’d pick them he’d not care because that was their delusion and not the reality of it all.
Life changed for the better, sakusa seemed to have more life in him than before he was actually official with you. It brought out a person you didn’t even know. The loving, warm, soft funny side of sakusa kiyoomi that you were unaware of existed when you had met him.
He himself was just as confused when he found himself more domesticated not going out unless forced and only if you came along, He found his house not so empty now that you were there.
He found mornings fun and bright instead of dark and gloomy. He found the sun to his moon.
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The Asthma Attack Stevepop was absolutely amazing!!! Also, hahaa, I made the request because you started posting Asthma Sodapop things,
Is there anything with Two-Bit and Marcia that you would want to write? (Any Headcanons for Two-Bit or Marcia that's similar in nature to being sick or hurting or something happening and the other being able to help?)
Sorry, I don't know if this makes much sense,
- 🍀
my mind decided to wander a little (a lot) with this one💗 i wrote this chetcherrycola fic not too long ago and hinted at marbit in it and then this request came in like two days later sooooo i had no choice ;)
cw: they end up in the bath together and marcia washes two-bit’s hair, nothing sexual but it’s definitely intimate, perhaps not entirely sfw
hope this is okay🩷
her heart was pounding heavily in her chest as she hurried home from cherry’s house, umbrella open and her jacket fastened tightly around her. she could feel the rain seeping into her new suede shoes, her parents would probably kill her if they noticed…
“did soda make it to cherry’s?” a voice asked, and she already knew whose it was.
marcia saw his silhouette slouched on her front steps before she saw his face, and yet there was still that sick feeling in her stomach telling her that something was wrong. it only got worse as she got closer and finally saw how much of a mess he was.
“oh my god,” she sprinted forward, her kitten heels almost falling off as she ran. “oh, sweetheart…”
two-bit looked up at her, and it felt like a lead weight had dropped into her stomach. he was soaked to the bone, his curly hair plastered to his forehead. it seemed like his entire body was littered with bruises, his face covered in blood and one of his eyes was swollen shut.
“i…” he winced, but cut himself off as the split in his lip tightened and she hurried forward, making sure he was fully covered by the awning as her cold fingers fiddled with her house keys.
“shh,” she hushed him, a hand grazing over his cheek as she unlocked the front door. “here, get inside.”
he pushed himself off the stairs and onto his feet with a sharp gasp, limping through the door and stopping on the doormat. he started to wipe his boots off as marcia kicked off her shoes and hurried further inside to the bathroom, coming back with a couple of towels. she wrapped one of them around his shoulders, using another to start drying his curls and wiping away some of the blood splattered across his face.
“what happened?” she asked, trying her best to be gentle with him as she guided him over to sit on the stairs. “it was just a rumble… you’ve never been this roughed up before…”
his big brown doe eyes gazed up at her and blinked sadly, “they found us… me ‘n soda… he managed to get them off pretty fast but they…”
he winced, and she sat down on the stair just above him, rubbing his back and running her hand along his sleeve of tattoos. he sucked his teeth for a moment before stuttering out, “they had me pinned down. you can’t wear rings in a rumble… but apparently you can when you’re jumping someone after.”
marcia felt sick to her stomach, so much that she couldn’t speak for a few moments, but she still asked slowly, “it was trip… wasn’t it?”
he grimaced and looked away before nodding slightly. marcia felt tears in her eyes, she felt guilty, heartbroken, angry, and none of it could help him.
“i’m sorry,” she gasped, tenderly pulling him into her arms, his head resting in her lap. “i’m so sorry…”
he shrugged, “that’s just life around here, i’ll be okay.”
she gasped out something that could have been a laugh if she wasn’t so devastated, “it shouldn’t have to be! you don’t deserve any of this mess… just because i broke up with him doesn’t make it your problem!”
he lifted his head and looked up at her, “look at me, babydoll.”
she blinked out a couple of tears, but didn’t dare look down at him. he reached up and gently grabbed her cheek, slowly turning her head to look him in the eyes.
“i’m okay.”
he pushed himself up gingerly and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. she huffed, a few more tears sliding down her cheeks, and he stuck his tongue out playfully.
she let a smile break through, giggling softly and kissing him again, “can i get you anything, honey? some frozen peas? do you want to shower?”
two-bit shrugged, “i’m just a little cut up, baby, just some stuff that won’t feel too good in the morning.”
marcia mulled it over for a moment, running the towel over his wet hair while she thought.
finally, she perked up, “how about i run you a hot bath and throw these clothes in the wash? my parents will be gone until tuesday, you can stay here tonight.”
he smiled up at her and nodded.
“okay,” she blushed, pushing herself off the stairs and hurrying up to start running a bath for him.
she let the water run and warm up for a few minutes before she shutting the drain, pouring in some sweet smelling bubble bath, and turning back around to dry her hands off. two-bit was watching her fondly, leaning against the doorway.
marcia blushed under his gaze, “c’mon, you’re gonna get sick if you stay in those wet clothes.”
she ushered him back to her bedroom, grabbing another towel from the bathroom and following him back to her bedroom. he started to strip off his overalls as she began to sift through one of her dresser drawers, producing a t-shirt and flannel pants that he’d left there ages ago.
she giggled as she tossed them onto the bed, “you may as well have your own drawer now.”
“your dad would probably have a heart attack,” two-bit laughed, slowly pulling off his shirt, careful not to hit any of the cuts on his face.
he finished taking off the rest of his clothes and tied the towel around his waist, heading over to the bathroom.
“go ahead and get started, i’ll be right there,” she waved to him as he looked back curiously.
marcia leaned up against the dresser for a minute and took a couple of steadying breaths before she started to pull off her dress and cardigan and threw them into the laundry basket. she reached for a set of pajamas from the open drawer, but thought better of getting them wet and instead pulled off the rest of her clothes and grabbed the bathrobe hanging by her door.
when she pushed the bathroom door open, two-bit was up to his neck in the hot water and bubbles, his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the ceramic lip of the tub. she pulled the step stool in the corner over to sit by his head. she brushed back some of his hair and he opened his eyes, or at least as much as he could from how swollen one of them was.
“you okay?” she asked him gently, her thumb running over a small cut next to his eye. he nodded slowly, and she bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, “can i start cleaning these up? i don’t want anything to get infected.”
“you sure the bath won’t clean ‘em up alright for me?” he smiled, but marcia still stood up and grabbed the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet.
“did soda make it back to cherry’s? and chet? ah-” he winced as she started to clean his split lip with a piece of gauze.
“i think so,” she grabbed some more antiseptic and sprayed down the gauze as she folded it. “chet got there first… told me he saw you on your way over here.”
“but what about soda?” he asked again.
marcia sighed, “he’s okay, i didn’t see him, but he was right behind chet.”
“you don’t know, then,” two-bit readjusted in the bath, as if he was about to march over to cherry’s then and there.
“yes, i do,” marcia smiled, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder and guiding him back down. “if something was wrong, cherry would have called. he’s fine, baby.”
he sunk back down, low enough to where he could blow bubbles in the water, and marcia giggled loudly. he pushed himself up and smiled knowingly over at her.
she realized what he wanted and her eyebrows shot up, “no, you’re all banged up, i don’t want to hurt you, and now is not the time for that.”
he gave her another goofy smile, “we don’t have to do that, is it so bad that i wanna hold you?”
marcia sighed heavily and he smirked, “you don’t have anything on under that robe, baby.”
she knew he was going to win, she wasn’t upset about it, just that he was right. she was trying hard not to smile, but she could tell it wasn’t working.
“c’mere,” he held out a hand and she rolled her eyes, slowly untying the robe and letting it fall to the ground. he gave her a small giggle as she stepped into the water and sat down opposite him.
he playfully splashed her, and she gasped, “two! i don’t wanna get my hair wet!”
two-bit rolled his eyes and grabbed at her ankles, pulling her down. her hands slipped out from under her and she fell in up to her eyes in the bubbles. she popped back up quickly, her mouth hanging open in an incredulous smile.
“oh, you absolute menace,” she pushed herself up and fell forward so that their chests were flush together.
he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, barely concealing his look of glee, “you love me.”
“aren’t you lucky…” she laid her head down against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
they lay together, two-bit turning on the tap to let the warm water run whenever the water started to cool down. two-bit traced patterns on marcia’s back and over her sides, occasionally jabbing at tender spots and earning soft giggles.
eventually, she sat up, tapping his shoulder gently, “c’mon, let me wash that hair of yours.”
two-bit sat up slightly and tilted his head back to get the rest of his hair wet as she poured out some of her shampoo into her hands.
“so… did you win?” she asked gingerly as she started massaging the shampoo through his curls.
“hm?” he hummed, glancing up at her.
“the rumble,” she amended. “did you guys win?”
two-bit shrugged, some suds falling from his head and onto his shoulders, “i don’t think anyone wins at a rumble anymore, babydoll.”
marcia hummed, gently tipping his head back with her index finger to give him the go-ahead to rinse out the shampoo. when he popped back up, she had conditioner at the ready and began giving him the same treatment.
“unless you wanted to know if i kicked ass,” he grinned goofily around her hands. “in which case, of course i did.”
she laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and resting their foreheads together.
he fiddled with the ends of her hair, which were finally drying, “can’t i wash your hair, too, pretty girl?”
she smoothed his hair back and kissed his forehead sweetly, “today’s not wash day, check back in on sunday and we’ll talk. i think it’s time we get you in bed, sweetheart, you’re exhausted.”
he chuckled lightly, “molly’s gonna kill me for not comin’ home…”
“you can call her,” marcia reassured him. “now rinse out that conditioner, i want to go to bed.“
he dipped his head back and she carded her fingers through his hair, making sure all of the product was rinsed before guiding him back up and pulling the stopper out of the tub. marcia stood up and grabbed a towel, drying off as much as she could before wrapping it around herself and stepping out of the tub. she grabbed another towel and turned around to hand it to two-bit as he slowly pushed himself to his feet, the soreness from the fight still deep in his bones.
she ushered him back to her bedroom, closing the door behind them even though she knew they would be alone. she slipped on a fresh set of pajamas as two-bit pulled on the clothes they had set out on the dresser. marcia fell into bed with two-bit ready to follow suit, her collection of blankets and pillows like a balm after the commotion of the rumble, and all that came after it.
“you should call molly,” she sat up, half blocking his side of the bed with her arm. “she’s not gonna sleep until she knows you’re alright. just tell her you’re here and that you’re okay.”
two-bit rolled his eyes but didn’t wait for her to tell him again to hurry down the hallway to where he knew the phone was. he called back to her, “i’m gonna grab those frozen peas from the freezer!”
“okay!” marcia peeled back the covers on his side of the bed and fluffed up the pillows while he was gone, snuggling down into her own blankets.
two-bit popped back into the room a few minutes later, his smile firmly back in place and the bag of peas from marcia’s freezer pressed against his shoulder.
“you talk to her?” she asked gently as he crawled in next to her.
he nodded, readjusting the bag as he laid down, “yeah, she’s at soda’s with darry and pony, mama’s gonna pick her up in the morning.”
marcia nodded, scooting closer under the covers. he looked over at her, silently asking permission, before plastering himself to her side. she could tell he was hitting a brick wall of exhaustion now that he’d burned through the adrenaline high.
she brushed some of his damp curls back, twisting one around her finger, “can i get you anything? water, aspirin?”
he shook his head, his cheek pressed against her collarbone, “mmm, no, i just wanna sleep.”
she smiled and kissed his head sweetly, “i think we can do that.”
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I’m doing everything but studying for all my exams👀 Anyway here’s some Rafayel Angst that made me cry:
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Being a supernatural being is a curse. While a lot of humans think it’s something to wish for, for Rafayel it was a curse. He gets way older than humans. Not aging past 24 but seeing his wonderful bride aging so fast was heartbreaking to him. At one point people thought his MC was his grandmother. For him however, MC was frozen in time. When he looked at her, he didn’t saw the wrinkles or tired eyes, he saw his young and beautiful wife still in her wedding attire, her beautiful smile never changing.
When she died, Rafayel lost his whole world. It never gets easy but he knows, when they meet again, they will once again fall in love, get married till the circle of life takes her away from him again.
With that in mind, Rafayel went back to the ocean, becoming one with it till he gets reborn again….
[…..]
Stranger: “Excuse me Miss, you lost something at the beach…
MC: “Oh thank you….uhmm I know this is weird but have we met before?”
Stranger: “….I actually feel the same way. My name is Rafayel, nice to meet you.”
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Find the word
How it works: I search for the words previously assigned to me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search for in your WIP.
Thank you @joeyalohadream for tagging me! This was the first time anyone has ever tagged me into one of these and I just feel so honored. Plus getting to read more snippets from “Let your heart be light” just made my lil heart SO happy. Your writing lights up my life, truly! 🎄💕
My words: heat, step, heavy, light all from my upcoming fic “Lucky” for MoTA’s 1st Birthday Bingo. @mota-collab
Heat (I don’t have heat but I do have hot. Close enough. 😉)
Gale’s first mission back after his catastrophic injury will be a repeat of the same mission that nearly killed him: Bremen.
Gale isn’t superstitious, but John’s lucky deuce certainly didn’t do the trick last time. With John in London, he wants to take something of John’s up with him and it’s not like he can take his picture. That might get the guys talking and he doesn’t want a blue ticket home. They’ve been able to keep things discreet the last few months and they have to keep it that way.
At breakfast the morning of the mission, Gale is very intentional about spilling milk all over his dark brown bomber jacket. He jumps up from the table and tells the boys he will meet back up with them after he gets changed.
He heads back to the hut he shares with John and some of the other officers. Luckily everyone is on leave or at breakfast so the hut is empty when he arrives. He goes straight for John’s foot locker, opening it with care, knowing he will find what he’s looking for.
There on top of the locker is John’s sheepskin jacket. He’d stopped wearing it as often because Gale “hates” it so much.
Though John is slightly broader than Gale, something Gale has always found rather comforting (okay, hot), it still fits. Gale looks at himself in the mirror and feels satisfied with his new look. This was the perfect solution to taking a piece of John up with him. And better yet, John would never know. He’d have it hidden back in his foot locker before he ever got back from London.
Step
He’s brought up to an open train car where a group of men are being herded and thrust inside. He can only hope that this train is taking all of them to a Stalag and not to an immediate death. After some difficulty with his ribs, he climbs into the car and tries to find a spot along a back wall, out of the way. He needs to be able to brace his ribs and the middle of the car will not afford him that luxury.
“Buck!”
He thinks he hears his name but that can’t be possible.
“Buck! Is that you?”
He turns his head, seeking out the voice. He can’t help but smile when he sees the familiar face of Benny DeMarco headed straight toward him.
“Major, it sure is good to see you,” Benny says as they clasp hands and hug.
Benny’s brows furrow then. “But are you ok? You look pretty roughed up. Your face…was it the landing or did they hurt you, Major?”
Gale doesn’t want to discuss this at all but certainly not with an audience. He ducks his head and brings his voice down, “Ah, we can talk later Benny, ok?”
Benny knows Gale well and takes the hint. Gale hates any kind of attention. But Benny isn’t going to let this go once they get to where they are going. He can tell from the way the Major is holding himself that he is injured. Plus Bucky would kill him if he let anything happen to Buck.
The train soon delivers them to their new home at Stalag Luft III.
As they walk through the gate, Gale’s steps falter and Benny has to steady him. Gale says, “I’m fine, I’m fine,” but he’s gone three shades more pale.
Benny takes one of Gale’s arms and puts it around his shoulders.
“Let me help. That’s what co-pilots are for.”
Gale can’t argue. His strength is flagging.
Heavy
The problems for “Our Baby” that started on the tarmac continue in the air with the ball turret before they reach Bremen. Gale continues to do what he does best, he rallies his crew, encourages them to hold fast and remain alert as they approach the target.
The flak is heavy around them.
They all want this so bad they can taste it.
Then it all goes to hell.
Once over the target, their plane is hit by three fighters at 10:00 high, out of the sun. The damage is significant and takes out the No. 2 engine. Gale and Benny refuse to panic, they simply shut it down and continue with the mission.
Smoke pours from their plane making them an easy target. The Luftwaffe keep coming. Control cables are the next to go, completely severed. The smell of electricity fills the air and smoke filters throughout the cabin and fuselage.
Gale remains unshaken. This is what he’s trained for. He’s been beaten up his whole life. As a child, he didn’t expect this kind of treatment from people who were supposed to love him and yet he ended up bloodied and bruised. He expects this kind of treatment from the Germans.
A section of the left wing is blown off and shells rip through the nose of the plane. The death knell is beginning to ring but he refuses to hear it. He can’t afford to stop and listen. He’s got to try to get his crew to a place where they will have a fighting chance.
He comes on the radio then, “We are gonna try to make it to the Dutch border, boys. That means we gotta dump all of our gear not bolted down in order to lighten our load. Shoot the bomb sight and dump it too.”
He quickly stops transmitting because it’s all he can do to hold on to this bird. It’s pulling both he and Benny for all they are worth. He doesn’t want his crew to hear the strain in his voice.
He closes his eyes for a brief second, picturing Bucky’s face. He can do this. He can hold on. For Bucky.
Then he feels the plane shudder with another hit.
And another.
Engine No. 1 shuts down.
The blankets under Benny’s seat catch fire.
Engine No. 3 shuts down.
Then No. 4.
“No Engine Cleven” won’t be making a miracle landing today.
He allows himself one moment of terror. Then he leans his face down and brushes the part of his cheek not covered by the mask against the collar of Bucky’s jacket. The fuzzy texture against his skin grounds him once again and it allows him to regain his composure. He flips the switch which will change the course of the war for all of them.
“Bail out. Pilot to crew, I repeat, bail out.”
He sends Benny ahead of him and suddenly he’s the last one remaining on board. The proverbial captain going down with his ship. It’s always been like this, Gale against the world. But for the first time in his life, he’s got someone to live for. He pulls Bucky’s jacket tighter around him and whispers, “I love you Johnny.”
Then he jumps.
Light
With no money for college and a terrible reputation in his hometown of Casper, Wyoming because of his father’s gambling debts, Gale decides that entering the military is his best, scratch that - only - option. He then ships off to boot camp, simply trading one war for another.
The moment John “Bucky” Egan lays eyes on Gale Cleven, two things happen at the exact same time. He knows he is dealing with a wounded animal and he knows that this man is his destiny. He can tell that Gale will be a tough nut to crack, but he is certain that beneath that facade is the most beautiful soul he’s ever seen.
Gale’s walls are built high but Bucky has a plan to start chipping away at them. He is used to getting what he wants. Bucky then does what any normal human being would do. He gives Gale his name. He starts with his nickname since it wasn’t exactly legal for him to give him his last name. Yet.
“You look just like a buddy of mine from back home in Manitowoc. His name is Buck.”
With a hand on his chin and a serious expression on his face, Bucky studies Gale. It gives him the perfect excuse to look for a few extra seconds. Nodding and looking proud of himself, Bucky breaks out into the biggest smile, which lights up his entire face.
Gale finds it impossible to resist, feeling himself beginning to smile too.
“Yep, I think I’ll call ya Buck, Buck.”
Bucky slings an arm around Gale’s shoulders as they begin walking toward their barracks. Gale looks at him like he is crazy but there is an air of lightheartedness finally beginning to settle into the formerly rigid planes of his face. He’s made Gale Cleven smile. Bucky’s heart feels like it is going to explode and he knows right then and there that he will do anything to make Gale smile again.
Bucky isn’t sure if he is having heart palpations or if he is just falling in love.
One small problem though. Buck from Manitowoc doesn’t exist. Buck Cleven doesn’t need to know that though. That’s right, it is one big ole lie.
While it is the first time Bucky lies to Gale’s face, it won’t be the last.
Bonus Light
John thinks to himself that he has never seen a human being more pale and still alive. He rides with Gale in the ambulance transport to the hospital on base, not allowing an argument as to whether he belongs there or not. He holds Gale’s hand, which is ice cold. Gale is shaking now, his body going into shock from the injury and blood loss. John quickly rips off his sheepskin jacket and drapes it over Gale. He knows Gale hates this jacket but he’ll do anything to help keep him warm.
A medic places an oxygen mask over Gale’s face but he’s still struggling to breathe. He coughs and it’s a terrible barking sound. Blood splatters all over the inside of the mask, creating a ghastly combination of colors, the red blood and Gale’s blue lips.
John can’t look away.
Gale’s eyes flutter open then, searching. Searching for John. They are frantic, darting back and forth. John can tell he wants to speak so badly but his grievous injury won’t allow him the breath to do so. John starts brushing back Gale’s hair again, “I’m here, I’m not leaving you. You aren’t alone. Please fight Buck.”
The medic is too busy tending to Buck to pay attention to what’s being said between the two men and Bucky knows he’s got to give Gale something to fight for. Someone to fight for. He knows he can’t say it out loud so he moves in closer to Gale’s face. He then moves his mouth slowly without saying the words out loud and prays he’s not too late for Gale to see.
“I. Love. You.”
He can see the moment the light leaves Gale’s eyes. His chest stops heaving. He’s not breathing anymore.
John feels like he’s not breathing either.
John starts screaming, “He’s not breathing! You’ve got to help him! My God, SOMEONE HELP HIM!”
They’ve reached the hospital. The medical staff tear John away then, ripping Gale and John’s hands apart as they rush Gale into a treatment bay. His last glimpse of Gale is of someone jumping on top of his chest, doing chest compressions, John’s sheepskin jacket tossed in a heap on the floor.
John is left standing there, drenched in Gale’s blood, shivering without his jacket and wondering if he’s about to lose the love of his life. The love of his life who died not knowing he’s the love of his life. He’d been too late.
He falls to his knees and allows the tears to finally come.
**Authors Note - I don’t do Major Character Deaths in my fics so have no fear. You can read this fic on Sunday on AO3. I will also be posting here on Tumblr. ❤️**
No pressure tagging @hogans-heroes @trekkiehood @onyxsboxes @blixabargelds
Your words are: touch, eyes, fight, walk
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I love Yui she's such a nerd, honestly your blog is the whole reason I even like Yui now, I never disliked her but I never cared about her because she seemed kinda the basic " Nice girl " trope ( and I watched the anime first ) so I just ignored her but your blog put more light on her personality and now she is so much more interesting to me. I honestly wish we would get some more background info on her about her old life before the Sakamakis, we do kinda but not much.
When I thought Yui was a bland Nice Character only to realize she's a Clusmy, kinda slow, obsessive girl in love and somtimes just as crazy as the Sakamakis, like girrrl I've seen those Bad endings, Shuu More blood brute?? Ayato bad endings? Our true queen, say delulu in love Yui ❤️
// Haha, I’m glad to hear that. 💕💕
I don’t have anything against the “nice girl” trope, as long as it’s executed well and the girl has more depth than just being “too good for this world.” Yui might come across as your typical nice girl at first glance, but even outside the endings, she occasionally does or says things so unexpectedly problematic that you can’t help but wonder “What’s wrong with her?”. That said, she’s not meant to be a normal character, since this is a game made for people with masochistic fantasies, and we’re supposed to either play as her or put ourselves in her shoes. It’s pretty clear Yui has always had some underlying masochistic tendencies. After all, she started enjoying the bites during the Dark section of the HDB chapters, which isn’t exactly something a “normal” person would do… well, not so fast. 👀
Yui is a kind and stupid girl in general, but she can also be cunning and even worse than the Diaboys when mad, so that’s what makes her interesting. Honestly, I’m glad she’s crazy too, if she weren’t, I’d feel way too bad for her. At least this way, she shares some of the twisted traits of her men, which makes her dynamic with them feel more balanced. 😂😂
Speaking of those endings, every time I think about them, I get chills. I can understand the “I’ll get rid of everyone for senpai because he’s my precious senpai and mine alone!” type of Yandere you see in anime, but the ones who do something truly horrifying to the person they claim to love are on a whole other level of disturbing. At least in Shu’s one, she “only” stabs him and locks him in a dungeon to turn him into her one and only blood slave. But in Ayato’s ending? She literally paralyzes his entire body out of jealousy, leaving him unable to move or speak yet fully conscious of what’s happening, while she carries him around like an actual DOLL, and then she uses him for pleasure. It’s practically an allegory for reducing someone to a living sex doll—an object meant solely to look good and fulfill someone else’s desires, which is just next-level of messed up, lol.
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I even remember this screenshot from the Chinese edition where Yui says to a paralyzed Ayato, “Ayato, don’t go anywhere.” Girl, where was he even supposed to go?? You literally took away his ability to do anything. Even Karlheinz got creeped out! 😳
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"maybe i am trying to corrupt you. i like that one," they chucked before raising their eyebrows with curiosity, "sneaking out, huh? that's bad, i would have loved to be the one waiting for you." it made them wish they'd met earlier, experience the thrill of her sneaking out to meet them like a bad boy waiting in the getaway car where they'd spend all night making out on the hood. even with their relationship being against his wishes now, he couldn't stop them from being together. the grin on their fast widened as julia's words filtered into their head, only making them grab onto her ass a little tighter, making them want to groan, "you can bet on that."
ashton couldn't stop the smile that crossed their face as they nodded, "i do, that's my job, as your life partner and fuck it, i'm going to claim husband." every day was a new chance for them to learn something new about the woman they loved so much. ashton never wanted to stop learning about her, finding more things to love about her, what made her who she was. "yeah, you are, rings and all." seeing julia's reaction to the idea of engraving the rings, ashton's heart was just about to burst out of their chest, as it had been for most of the day.
they knew she'd love it and was surprised neither of them had thought of it earlier when in discussion over rings. with the woman's arms moving around their neck, ashton's fell so easily around her waist, holding her, "crazy has never felt this right," they spoke softly between them before their lips connected for another kiss. "lets do it, i have important business to attend to at this celebration." ashton's hands that were at her waist held her a little firmer upon hearing her words, "take is putting it nicely. i'd say more rip." they caught her lips again for a feverish kiss, at least until they heard the attendant clear their throat, leaving ashton to explain what they wanted done to the wedding rings and grabbed their card to pay while the rings were engraved. they refused to look at the total cost and just swiped their card, something that would become a later ashton problem. right now, all they could focus on was their beautiful new wife. "just in case i haven't told you enough today, you are so fucking beautiful."
julia wished so deeply she'd been given the space to develop a different kind of bond with her mom. of course, she knew she couldn't change the past and could only hope for a better future now that things were falling better into place. "i can't wait for you meet to her either." julia responded softly, before letting out a chuckle. then, she let out a sigh at ashton's question. "well for starters, he'd probably say you're trying to corrupt me. but jokes on him, i was corrupted long before you came into the picture with the kind of stunts i'd pull sneaking out in the middle of the night." a playful smirk crossed her features. she'd always found her own loopholes to getting around her father's strict rules. as ashton's hands fell to her ass, she too, thought about how she couldn't wait to get out of here and back home. they had the whole night ahead of them. "you can show me just how naughty you are when we get back home." she whispered in their ear.
"you just know me to well at this point." julia teased, but she knew that was the best part about all of this. to finally have someone who knew her like the back of their hand. every trial and tribulation had ultimately led them to this very moment and she was going to embrace every second of it. "let them break 'cause they'll see i'm all yours. wait, yes. that sounds so perfect actually." a giddy smile broke out across her face, cheeks starting to hurt with just how much she'd been smiling today. as the rest of the rings were placed back on her finger, she turned to ashton and wrapped her arms around their neck again. "we did just got married, kinda crazy isn't it?" she leaned into the kiss happily, wishing to just get lost in the moment. "and i'll give you the best life you could possibly have. so - let's get these rings engraved so we can head home and celebrate." she pressed kisses to their cheek softly, before leaning up to whisper in their ear again. "as beautiful as this dress is, i can't wait for you to take it off of me."
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